Pamela's Rewards

This is a new twist for me. This story was written in collaboration with my dear pet, lover, confidant and friend Pamela. We each expressed the viewpoints of our respective characters in the story. I have not edited her parts and she has not edited Mine. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as we both had a lot of fun working on it.

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Pamela's Reward

I could not believe it as I held the book in my hand. I read the title over and over, and studied the cover, committing every detail of it to memory lest it should somehow disappear into an ephemeral haze. I wanted to scream my joy, to jump, to dance. Instead I just cradled it close to my breast and wept, the emotions of the last months coming to the forefront as my dream had finally come true. I was a published author.

It was all thanks to Pamela. After months of stubbornly trying to publish it through My own means and meeting with very limited success, I had finally given in and decided to hire a professional. I was glad I had.

Pamela and I had hit it off the moment we first met, and as we had worked together the past few weeks, I had felt a friendship develop, and maybe even a bit of an attraction.

I have been dreaming of being an author since I was a little girl and now, at 24, my dream was coming true. If I may say so, I have grown into an attractive young woman, with lovely blonde hair which falls just beneath my breasts and deep brown eyes. At 5'1 and just a bit over a hundred pounds, most people tended to underestimate me, but it was something I relished and tried to use to my advantage.

I was sitting on a comfortable black chair with leather covering in Pamela's office, dressed in a dark blue crop top with a matching knee length skirt, with dark nylon panty hose and a pair of 3 inch closed toe black heels. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail and I was also wearing my rectangular black eyeglasses.

I leaned over and pulled out the contents of the small leather bag I had brought with me, setting two wine glasses and a 2015 Pinot Noir on her desk. I flashed a triumphant smile at Pamela and asked "care for a glass to celebrate?"

She nodded and I pulled the cork, filled both glasses and set them on her desk to allow the wine to breathe a little as I studied her more closely.

Pamela's thoughts:

I was sitting to the side of my desk with a small round table between Elana and me as she poured the wine. From my view, Elana seemed like a goddess because she was so symmetrical and petite. I hoped Elana would be impressed by my black skirt with a deep vent up the back that showed a lot more leg than her skirt. I had chosen a sheer blue blouse for a reason but only buttoned it about half way. I had on a pair of 4-inch black leather pumps. I made sure Elana could clearly see pale white skin above the tops of my black stockings as I sat with legs crossed and my knees pointed to one side.

I hoped Elana would be pleased by having an all-natural woman tending to her accounts. At 5'10" i'm tall and leggy with a deep cleavage created by the thin but conforming material of my bra. Whenever she looked at me, my brown eyes smiled a fresh hello her way. I could clearly see her staring at my long slender fingers as she showed me the report from the publisher. My nails were manicured perfectly but not long, and were painted with a glistening blood red polish that matched my lipstick. I wondered if Elana wanted to know more about the parts of my body she couldn't see on the surface. I would find out later that she liked to pull my shoulder-length auburn hair, and she liked that my pussy was shaved smooth. I swore that I could feel her eyes on my wide hips, muscular calves and elegantly slim ankles as I heard her being shown into my office by my secretary. I could feel her sizing up my proportional figure which I'd call plumpish, and her eyes seemed to always follow the bounce in my breasts and the jiggle in my behind when I moved about the room.

(Elana's thoughts)

Even though Pamela carried herself with the confidence and professionalism i would have expected from someone in her position, something was telling me it was all a facade. The way she had a hard time holding my gaze and the way she would nervously stop and lick her lips whenever she paused as she spoke.

Pamela gave off the look of a confident woman but something about her just screamed out to me. And it screamed to me of her need to surrender herself. I have always been a dominant person, even though I have been practising BDSM for only the last year or so. I took great pride in being able to tell these things, to be able to sniff out the urges in certain women so to say.

Submissive women have a sort of anxiousness to please which often comes across as nervousness in the presence of a natural dominant. I fed off of this emotionally, and Pamela was giving me an emotional buffet. I almost laughed at her efforts to attract my attention. She needn't have tried. Pam had all my attention the first time I met her. She was attractive, tall and she had a beautiful shapely figure.

As I handed her the wine I noticed an ever so slight tremble of her beautifully manicured hand.I covered my hand over hers to steady her and made sure she wouldn't spill the wine. Her eyes met mine and she held my gaze for a second but couldn't sustain it. As she turned away i felt the warmth in her hand and sensed her nervousness as it felt slightly moist.

I looked down and Pamela followed my gaze down to my black heels. I heard the slightest gasp and looked up just in time to see her licking her lips. Her gaze lingered on my feet just a little too long for it to be a casual thing. I smile as she looks back up, her face flushing a deep crimson hue as she knows she has been caught staring.

Caught Staring

My pulse was racing as my eyes met Elana's smile as she gave me my glass of wine. The touch of her hand on mine had made things worse, or rather, made thoughts of how she must view me flood my consciousness. I couldn't focus on her manuscripts because all i could think about was the way i felt when she caught me looking at her body and those sexy black heels she wore. I almost couldn't speak to thank her for the wine. Self-doubt was creeping into my mind. I could feel her eyes reaching into my psyche and imagined her seeing my most intimate desires. I felt over-dressed even though we were in my territory, my own office. I was anxious to impress this goddess and work with her on a professional basis. Would she think I was too awkward, too tall, or too insecure? I drank most of my wine in just a few swallows.

The butterflies in my tummy did not like the wine. I felt flushed like I had fever, and every time I licked my lips I tasted salt. How can one client, a petite young woman from the country, get me so out of balance? I had to make something change. Maybe if i invited her to dinner I could settle down a little. Would she accept? I had to find out because I felt drawn to her.

"Elana, I think it would be good to read these a few more times before I really start to edit for content," I said while turning pages pretending to look at the words. "Would you like to share an early dinner with me this afternoon? If need be we can go to my house to be more comfortable as things come to mind." The understanding look on her face was calming, and I could see she approved of having dinner. "If we need to extend your visit through tomorrow morning I'll pay for the hotel of your choice. I know a great restaurant we can get into right now."

I picked up my phone and made an online reservation as she watched. When she smiled, I called Uber and had a taxi pick us up in the covered parking lot by the door.

Dinner with Miss Elana

I almost laughed as Pamela hurried around the black sedan to open up the door for me to get into our Uber. I touched her arm gently as I took my place in the car and smiled as I saw her blush deeply, yet another sign that I did not fail to notice. Pamela did not chat much on the way to the restaurant and I could tell she was distracted. She again held the door for me as I climbed out of the car as well as when we entered the restaurant.

Pamela had chosen a most delightful restaurant. The ambience was wonderful and although we had other customers sitting only ten feet away, our table gave us the illusion of being the only two people in the room. After allowing us time to study the menu the waiter approached and asked if we would be ready to order.

Without a glance at Pamela, I looked up and said "Yes thank you. We will be beginning each with a garden salad and she will be having chicken parmigiana and I will have seafood lasagna. We will also be wanting a bottle of wine, might you recommend one? The price is of little importance." I smiled and gave him a small nod as he recommended a ninety dollar red to accompany our meal. I slid one foot out of My shoe and gently rubbed it against Pamela's calf. I could see the arousal in her eyes as I did so. Already I was envisioning the wonderful things I would do to this woman, once our meal was done of course.

As we ate I continued to caress the older woman's legs beneath the table. I could almost see her resolve and self control falling away in layers as I did this. Her breathing was labored and her speech at times quite distracted, and surely not due to the wine we had been drinking as she had not yet finished her first glass. She barely touched her food as well as my foot shamelessly explored

her leg. Pamela was talking about my book, or attempting to at least. Her thoughts were often left unfinished and before our main course even arrived she was already addressing me as Miss Elana, thoroughly unbidden I may add. Her natural submissive tendencies were flagrant and I smiled inwardly as I already imagined how the rest of the evening and night would be progressing. Pamela did not know this but I had made my own preparations for the evening. A night in was much more to my liking than spending it at the hotel.

After we had finished our dessert, the waiter came to us with the portable payment terminal, which I handed to Pamela with a smile. She looked at me for half a moment and took it with trembling hands. She could barely pull her wallet out of her purse, much less the credit card out of the wallet. She fumbled with her card and dropped it on the table. I picked it up and handed it to her with a smile. She whispered in a low breathless voice "Thank you Miss Elana." before passing her card over the terminal to pay. The waiter smiled and wished us good night as we stood and left the restaurant.

The Night Deepens

I couldn't believe I dropped the damned card! But as She touched my palm, handing it back to me, something just snapped inside and melted. All the words that I could muster were to thank her. I actually said "Thank You Miss Elena" out loud thinking something entirely more intimate to say to Her in my mind. My psyche needed what She was giving me, and we both knew right then She had taken charge.

The Uber showed up on time and of course I held the door watching her slip into the seat and I slid in after Her. I gave the driver my home address and tipped two $20 bills over into his seat. The restaurant was just around the corner and two blocks down from my townhouse and so he found himself with a generous tip. "We're here, Miss," I said as I opened the curb-side door and held it open for her. My eyes feasted on her form and stunning dark brown eyes as she smiled and waited for me to close the car door and speak to the driver.

My key thankfully slid right into the lock and turned. Opening the door I allowed Elana to enter first as the smart controls to my home brought up lights and adjusted the thermostat. Soft listening music was playing as I helped her out of her coat and hung mine with hers on the rack in the foyer. "Please make yourself at ease," I said as I walked through the house giving her a tour. "I hope you feel my home is as comfortable as your own,"

I paused as we entered my master bedroom with its large bath and closets, "I have two guest bedrooms if you would like to just stay with me tonight and save the trouble of going to a hotel."

I followed her eyes with mine as we stood there in the small sitting area within the spacious bedroom. She looked at the chairs and the ottoman, the bed, and finally walked into my bath past the adjoining vanity and double walk-in closets. "Pamela," she said in a low voice, "I wonder what surprises you have hidden in all this lovely space."

I smiled back to her "Perhaps you will discover something you like, Miss Elana,

Shouldn't we go back to the den and sit comfortable while we talk about adding to your most recent work?" I wasn't planning to show her the guest bedrooms because I secretly wished she would make me confess all my secrets while controlling me in my own private space here in my bedroom. All night long.

Pamela Surrenders

Pamels had calmed down a little bit during the short Uber ride and I guessed the must have felt more in control now that we were back in familiar territory, but I had a suspicion it would not take much to make her fall back into the submissive mindset she had begun to show at the office and even more so at the restaurant.

My mind snapped back to the moment present as Pamela offered for us to go to the den. I shook my head and smiled "It is quite fine in here Pamela, besides I do not believe you really wish to go to the den do you pet?"

I saw shock in her eyes as it took her a moment to register that I had just called her pet. Her lips pursed and then opened, she moistened them with her

tongue as if searching for words to answer me. I looked into her eyes and asked in a cool voice "did you not hear me girl?"

Her answer to my question was a low whimper before nodding and saying in a docile voice "Yes Miss Elana, I would prefer to stay here as well." Her eyes are cast down and she is shamelessly looking down at my feet now. I think she has surrendered completely and decided to push things a step further.

I pointed down to the ground and as expected Pamela kneels immediately. I looked down at her as she did so and I teased, "Here in private I think you can find something more appropriate to call me than Miss Elana." I moved one foot forth a little bit, teasing her even more with it.

Pamela growled and looked down at My foot. She mumbled in a very low voice something half edible "...ess Elana." Her head never looked up and she was grabbing at the hem of her black skirt nervously. I reached down and grabbed her hair, making her look up at Me.

I stared down into her eyes and give her a wicked smile as I stroked her lovely red curls and laughed softly. "I am sorry Pam, I could not quite make out what that was that you just said to me darling." I saw her face flush a deep crimson color as she looked up at me.

Pamela takes a very deep breath before saying in a low voice, but nonetheless one much more audible than before, "This is much better Mistress Elana." I kicked off my heels and Pamela immediately lowered her head down to my nylon clad toes. She took my toes in her mouth and started to lick, kiss and suck on them with an eager abandon and what almost seemed like relief to finally be able to embrace her true desires.

Surrender

I could barely speak. I felt like all I could get out of my mouth were half-words but I managed to call her Mistress Elana. Her toes were warm and their scent was intoxicating me to the point of falling on my face. "Mistress Elana, Thank you for allowing me to work with you on your delicious toes.. I mm..mean your stories," I blurted out without thinking because i couldn't think of anything but the delicious toes she was allowing me to worship. She was my Mistress now, and I knew I would work without pay for the remainder of our relationship as long as she let me worship her this way.